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“Saber, there’s a kryomage I really need you to crush with fae ice magic. It’s my dying wish. Please.” “You’re dying?” Aaron asked. “I’ll die of happiness when she turns Agent Park into teeny, little Vincent crystals.”
And then his mouth was crushing mine. I gasped against his lips, and his tongue pushed past my teeth. His hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back, and he kissed me harder, consuming me like I was his last meal before his execution. His hot tongue thrust against mine, sending molten shock waves rippling out from my core. My legs trembled, my hands clutching his sleeves, my fingernails scraping the smooth leather.
“What … was that?” I asked hoarsely. He leaned down, bringing our mouths close. His warm breath teased my lips. “Me needing you.”
Zak turned toward the corner of the building, the guild’s entrance just out of sight. “Don’t you guys have anything better to do?” At his question, a head poked around the corner—Tori’s curly red hair. Aaron, Kai, and Ezra leaned out too, all four watching us with expressions varying from sheepish to annoyed as the rain swiftly drenched them. “So,” Tori drawled, “you two are a thing?” “They’re definitely a thing,” Aaron said. “But what kind of thing?” Ezra wondered.
Her gaze flicked to the drifting bits of ice, then returned to me. A faint smile graced her lips. “Lead the way, Bladesong Druid.”
